emotion. She turned her head away, the tears were still on her cheeks,
but they were very red, and her cheeks were dimpling involuntarily.

"Well?" she whispered.

"Do you care anything about--me?"

Clemency nodded, still keeping her face averted.

"That means--"

Clemency said nothing.

"That means you love me," James whispered.

Clemency nodded again. Then she turned her head slowly, and gave him a
narrow blue glance, and smiled like a shy child.

"I was afraid--" she began.

"Afraid of what, dear?" James put his arm about the girl, and the
ashe-blonde head dropped on his shoulder.

"Afraid you--didn't."

"Afraid I didn't care?"

Clemency nodded against his breast.

"I think I must have cared all the time, only at first, when I saw your